Post by eve1 on Jan 20, 2008 17:49:15 GMT
Rain. In England, there was always something you could be sure about: The Rain.
It was raining then, as usual. It had been raining since the night before, everything was so crazy, Allan A Dale really hadn't a clue as to what was happening. And, so, it seemed that Robin no longer required them. He was going to end it all once and for all. What did that mean for Allan then? Nothing, that meant he was out of a 'job' again. Robin would have no use for him once he had 'righted' the world. He was also getting sick of all of that 'steal from the rich, give to the poor' bullshit. He was poor, why weren't they giving anything to him? It wasn't fair. It seemed life never would be for the young man. And so, that morning, Allan began to pack his things – which didn't take all too long, considering his things consisted of a pot, two tunics, his sword, bow, and quiver. He had a few other odds and ends, but, many of them he decided to leave behind.
So, this was it. With one last look at the camp, he slung his pack over his shoulder turned and began to walk away. He had no regrets for ever joining Robin, and he did not regret leaving him. Everything was just a moment in time, something to occupy his life. And, perhaps, maybe, his soul would be spared for doing something halfway redeeming for the country. As he thought about this, he smiled, shaking his head slightly as he did so. Oh well, on to his new adventure. "Allan!?"
The messy haired young man stopped dead in his tracks. Will? Turning to look over the opposite shoulder from his pack, he laid eyes on the raven haired boy. He was running. Allan had thought he had gotten away unseen. Apparently, this was not so. Turning fully, he waited until Will had reached him, panting slightly. He had been running rather fast, as if he had expected Allan to give chase, it was rather funny. Will bent over slightly to place his hands on his knees a moment, attempting to catch his breath. He had just run a rather long way, very, very quickly – following Allan's retreating form and praying to God that he didn't disappear out of sight. When he finally stood up again, Allan was eyeing him with that look on his face, the one Will knew all too well. It was his, 'What the hell do you think you're doing,' look. Offering his friend a small smile, he went to speak, but Allan got to it first.
"What do you need, Will? Came to say Goodbye have you?"
He was half joking, but, it had come off as rather mean. Will had heard Allan threaten to leave before, but, he had never thought he would actually do it. It seemed so unlikely and so strange to even think that the gang would ever break up and disperse. The young Will had grown so accustomed to waking up inbetween Allan and Djaq, then sitting up to see Robin, and Much. Usually Little John was up and about by the time he was awake, so he was never really in the scene. But, Will would miss the man too. But, out of all of them, he would probably miss Allan the most, he was like a brother, he was his best friend – his first real true friend. And, to see him walk away, it hurt. It hurt even worse because Allan hadn't even bothered to try and say Goodbye. He had just up and left. Did Will really mean so little to him? Did Robin and the others really mean so little? It seemed as though Allan had duped them all, he was a great liar after all. But, how could none of them see that he was just paying around?
"Where are you going Allan?"
Allan stared at him a moment and then shrugged, flashing Will that ever so cocky smirk of his, "I dunno, where ever I end up."
Will was giving him that look again. God, Allan hated that look. It was so very disapproving and hurt, all at the same time. Why did he have to give the older boy those eyes? "Look, Will, Robin doesn't need me anymore. After tonight, Gisborne'll be gone, he'll go back to being Robin of Locksley, he'll marry Marian, and Much will continue being his little lap pet. And where will I be, huh? Little John can go back to his Alice – You'll go to your father and brother, and you know Djaq will go with you –" Will started to protest, but Allan, raised his hand to stop him, "What do I have? Me, myself, and I. I've got nothing to answer to, I've got no where to be. Robin doesn't need me anymore, will he ever need me? Probably not. What good will a thief be when he is a noble again? We'll end up as enemies, rather than friends – I don't want that."
Will had never thought of it like that. Allan was right, he really didn't have any 'respectable' trades. He was a liar, a thief, a con. He had no experience with carpentry, or anything agriculture. Yeah, Allan was right, he was pretty much useless. Will couldn't help but chuckle at that thought. Allan's face fell into a look of total confusion. Will was… laughing? Why was he laughing? "Oi, what's so funny?"
"You really are useless." Will laughed a little harder.
Allan was not amused. "I'm bein' serious!" He pushed Will's shoulder slightly, trying to get him to stop, but, the younger boy's laughter was infectious. Allan began to chuckle as well, Oh Will, what was Allan going to do with him? After they had finished their little giggle fit, Will sat down on a nearby log and glanced at Allan, "Djaq wouldn't go to Scarborough with me. She would probably stay with Robin, or go back to the Holy Land. I mean, she talks about it often enough. That's where she really belongs anyways. I mean, she is Saracen." He shrugged, and then he thought about what his friend had just said. It was very true, he had a good point. Nothing would be the same after Gisborne was gone. After the Sherrif was gone. Robin would regain his rightful title, he would marry Marian. And what would he be? A Carpenter. He could stay in Locksley, but, what would be the point? Looking up at Allan, he was surprised how much he had swayed his ideas. While Will was debating out the pros and cons of staying and leaving, an idea popped into Allan's head. A Brilliant idea, marvelous, perfect. "Will, why don't you come with me then?"
Will looked up, meeting Allan's cool blue gaze and smiled. Yes, it was a good idea. "We should go to Scarborough. You and me."
"Scarborough?" Allan wasn't sure if he liked the sound of that, but, as he glanced about at the forest surrounding him, what other choice did he have? He liked the idea of staying with Will – he liked it a lot. He couldn't believe what he was about to say. Letting his attentions fall on the boy once more, Allan smiled, "Alright then, Scarborough it is."
Walking back to camp, Allan hoped to anyone who would listen that no one was there. That's all he needed, Djaq or Robin trying to convince the two boys to stay. Because, heaven knew that Will would tell them the truth. Not good. The camp was empty when they arrived, not a soul. Just a squirrel, a very unhappy squirrel. As Will went about collecting his things, Allan decided to pester the poor creature. He clicked at it, and watched it in the tree, the thing kept flicking it's tail making these annoying little sounds. Allan really hated squirrels, pesky little creatures. Turning his back on it, he called to Will, "Oi, hurry up! I wanna get a ways down the road before night fall." When he looked back over his shoulder to see where the creature had gotten to, it was at the base of the tree, rifling through the leaves. Smiling slightly to his self, he turned as slowly as he could, and then sprinted towards it. He probably gave the damn thing a heart attack just based on the way it ran. He chased it straight up another tree, where it perched itself on a branch and yelled at him. Allan couldn't stop laughing. It was funny as the hell the way it just freaked out and ran, oh, how glad Allan was that he was a smarter creature. Satisfied like a dog that had just chased birds out of 'his' yard, Allan started to strut back to where Will was when – THUNK.
"Ow! Damn…." Holding the back of his head, he turned to see several squirrels had gathered in the tree above him. Halfway convinced they were out to get him, Allan hurried up and got out of there. No one was ever to know about his run in with the squirrels, unless of course he was drunk enough, "Aren't you done yet?"
Will just gave him a look, "I was waiting for you."
Staring at him a moment, Allan could feel his cheeks go slightly pink, "Oh. Well, then, let's go." As he turned, he stumbled across Robin's things – literally. Falling on his face, he knew there was no way to regain his dignity after that. Will almost fell over himself with laughter, that had been the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. Picking up his head, Allan made a discovery that could prove quite helpful indeed, "Gisborne's money…."
That's right, the money that had been stolen the night before, and there it sat, all nice and glistening in the sun. Sitting up a bit, taking the bag in his hands, Allan smiled, "Let's take it Will. Think of what good it'll do us and your family."
Will was not so keen on the idea, "But, it was meant to help the poor."
"You idiot, we are the poor!" Standing up, Allan brushed himself off with one hand, and held his loot in the other. Once he had removed all signs of him ever having fallen, he set about tying the bag to his waist. Will really didn't like the idea, but, at the same time, he couldn't deny the fact that he and Allan were the poor. And so, he remained silent. Once Allan had finished his task, the two were off.
If only they knew the adventure they had in store for them.
The rain had stopped for a bit of time, just long enough for the boys to stop and eat, but then, it started again, just a light drizzle, like that morning. They had gotten fairly far up the North Road when it was almost pitch black. This was when it started to pour. Will did not look happy, and Allan was not happy. "Damn rain, damn nature."
Both were soaked through to the skin, their cloaks hadn't been put on in time, which was really a shame. For, now, they were both freezing. Stopping under a small under hang of vegetation above them, Will simply glared at Allan, and Allan looked about for something that would prove a better shelter than this. It would have been perfect except for the fact that when the plant above couldn't hold anymore water, it gave and dumped what it was holding on the two boys heads. Will blamed Allan, Allan blamed god. Scooting along the rock and dirt wall, Allan explored a bit. The forest was full of caves and other natural shelters, why wouldn't there be one close by? "Stay right here, I'll be right ba – "
Allan never got to finish that sentence. He had been too focused on Will to notice that he was about to scoot off a steep drop down into pitch black, or near pitch black. Then there was silence. Will had moved over to where Allan had been in shock. He couldn't even see his friend, "Allan! Allan? ALLAN!?"
When there wasn't any answer, the younger boy started to panic. What had just happened? Not good, not good, not good, not good. Peeling his eyes away from the black hole that was where Allan currently resided, Will started to glance about the forest. To leave meant he would never find Allan again. And, if he did, it would be a long, long time from now. Damn. But, he realized he was worrying too much when he heard his dear sweet friends voice call out to him, "Will, come down here, it's a cave! Careful though, it's a bit of a rough landing if you go down like me."
Will couldn't believe his ears, Allan actually wanted him to follow him down into the black abyss of scary nothingness? Will never let on, but, secretly, he was afraid of the dark. It had to be pitch black, darker than dark, can't see anything dark. But, who didn't get scared in that? Apparently, Allan. His heart thumped in a his chest as he debated whether or not he should go. As another round of water poured on his head, it seemed it was decided for him. He would really rather not get sick. Easing himself down the slope, it took forever for him to get down to the bottom. When he finally had, he straightened himself up and looked around. He couldn't see a thing, let alone Allan, it was shadow upon shadow. Will swallowed hard and then called out shakily, "Allan….? Allan where are….?"
And that's when he did it, Allan popped out of no where with a 'Grrrawr!' and nearly scared the boy to death. Will was now trying not to hyperventilate as Allan doubled over laughing so hard. Once Will had regained the ability to speak, he yelled at Allan, "That's not funny! Not funny at all! I was really worried about you. I thought you had been hurt, and then what would I do? Huh?" Will pushed Allan over angrily. Sometimes Allan could just be so insensitive. Putting his things down, he sulked.
Falling against the side of the cave, Allan stopped laughing. Will really sounded upset. Furrowing his brows a bit, he straightened up and made his way up to Will. "You were – worried about me?"
In this light, the two could barely see each other, but, what they could see was enough. Will nodded, and Allan went to say something, then thought better of it. No, bad thinking on his part. The two stood there, staring at the other for a long time, there was a strange sort of tension in the air that neither of them had felt with the other before. It scared Will and intrigued Allan. This was why Will spoke up, "We should build a fire."
This time it was Allan's turn to shake his head, "Can't. The floor's too damp. We'll have to live with what we got. It's ain't that bad, we can see a bit. Plus, you're with me, who's gonna get ya? The boogie man?" Allan went to chuckle, but it was only half hearted as Will stepped a bit closer to him. The man's heart skipped a beat as he did so. How was it that Will could do things like that to him? How exactly? "Allan, I…."
Will was almost touching Allan, almost. Both were searching the other's face, or what they could see of it, for answers, some kind of reason as to why they were feeling as they were. The silence was deafening with only the rain. Allan wanted to know the rest of that sentence, and, he wanted to know it now. Shifting, so he was a little closer, he spoke in a whispered tone, for that was all he could manage, "Yes?"
But, Allan wasn't about to get a verbal answer. Will closed the gap between them slowly, placing one of his strong, talented hands on the side of Allan's face, he leaned in and placed the most innocent of chaste kisses on the older outlaw's lips. It only lasted a moment before he had pulled away, and had moved to the other side of the cave. Had Allan been able to really see him, he would have seen him blushing bright pink. Allan was speechless, to Will's relief. He didn't know what to think. Had his best mate really just kiss him? And, did he really just like it? Well, I guess you learn something new everyday. Coming out of his thoughts, Allan sought out Will, where had he gone to? He wanted to chuckle as he found him on the other side of the cave. How like Will, shy and timid to the very end. As Allan approached him, Will wanted to crawl under something and die. What had he done? "Allan, I – I'm sorry… it just kinda…"
"Shut up Will." Moving so that their bodies almost touched again, Allan placed his hand on the wall behind his friend, and leant in so that he could whisper in his ear, "I'm not bein' funny but – I think, I think I like you." Will melted as Allan kissed him back this time, bringing his arms up to wrap one around his neck, the other along his friend's strong back. Allan used his free hand to pull Will closer to him by his lower back. Both of them had given in, neither cared about anything else in that moment. Not at all. What else was there to care about? They were in a dark cave, in the middle of nowhere, with the one person they felt as though they couldn't live without. Why not just let go, give in, and live a little.
It was raining then, as usual. It had been raining since the night before, everything was so crazy, Allan A Dale really hadn't a clue as to what was happening. And, so, it seemed that Robin no longer required them. He was going to end it all once and for all. What did that mean for Allan then? Nothing, that meant he was out of a 'job' again. Robin would have no use for him once he had 'righted' the world. He was also getting sick of all of that 'steal from the rich, give to the poor' bullshit. He was poor, why weren't they giving anything to him? It wasn't fair. It seemed life never would be for the young man. And so, that morning, Allan began to pack his things – which didn't take all too long, considering his things consisted of a pot, two tunics, his sword, bow, and quiver. He had a few other odds and ends, but, many of them he decided to leave behind.
So, this was it. With one last look at the camp, he slung his pack over his shoulder turned and began to walk away. He had no regrets for ever joining Robin, and he did not regret leaving him. Everything was just a moment in time, something to occupy his life. And, perhaps, maybe, his soul would be spared for doing something halfway redeeming for the country. As he thought about this, he smiled, shaking his head slightly as he did so. Oh well, on to his new adventure. "Allan!?"
The messy haired young man stopped dead in his tracks. Will? Turning to look over the opposite shoulder from his pack, he laid eyes on the raven haired boy. He was running. Allan had thought he had gotten away unseen. Apparently, this was not so. Turning fully, he waited until Will had reached him, panting slightly. He had been running rather fast, as if he had expected Allan to give chase, it was rather funny. Will bent over slightly to place his hands on his knees a moment, attempting to catch his breath. He had just run a rather long way, very, very quickly – following Allan's retreating form and praying to God that he didn't disappear out of sight. When he finally stood up again, Allan was eyeing him with that look on his face, the one Will knew all too well. It was his, 'What the hell do you think you're doing,' look. Offering his friend a small smile, he went to speak, but Allan got to it first.
"What do you need, Will? Came to say Goodbye have you?"
He was half joking, but, it had come off as rather mean. Will had heard Allan threaten to leave before, but, he had never thought he would actually do it. It seemed so unlikely and so strange to even think that the gang would ever break up and disperse. The young Will had grown so accustomed to waking up inbetween Allan and Djaq, then sitting up to see Robin, and Much. Usually Little John was up and about by the time he was awake, so he was never really in the scene. But, Will would miss the man too. But, out of all of them, he would probably miss Allan the most, he was like a brother, he was his best friend – his first real true friend. And, to see him walk away, it hurt. It hurt even worse because Allan hadn't even bothered to try and say Goodbye. He had just up and left. Did Will really mean so little to him? Did Robin and the others really mean so little? It seemed as though Allan had duped them all, he was a great liar after all. But, how could none of them see that he was just paying around?
"Where are you going Allan?"
Allan stared at him a moment and then shrugged, flashing Will that ever so cocky smirk of his, "I dunno, where ever I end up."
Will was giving him that look again. God, Allan hated that look. It was so very disapproving and hurt, all at the same time. Why did he have to give the older boy those eyes? "Look, Will, Robin doesn't need me anymore. After tonight, Gisborne'll be gone, he'll go back to being Robin of Locksley, he'll marry Marian, and Much will continue being his little lap pet. And where will I be, huh? Little John can go back to his Alice – You'll go to your father and brother, and you know Djaq will go with you –" Will started to protest, but Allan, raised his hand to stop him, "What do I have? Me, myself, and I. I've got nothing to answer to, I've got no where to be. Robin doesn't need me anymore, will he ever need me? Probably not. What good will a thief be when he is a noble again? We'll end up as enemies, rather than friends – I don't want that."
Will had never thought of it like that. Allan was right, he really didn't have any 'respectable' trades. He was a liar, a thief, a con. He had no experience with carpentry, or anything agriculture. Yeah, Allan was right, he was pretty much useless. Will couldn't help but chuckle at that thought. Allan's face fell into a look of total confusion. Will was… laughing? Why was he laughing? "Oi, what's so funny?"
"You really are useless." Will laughed a little harder.
Allan was not amused. "I'm bein' serious!" He pushed Will's shoulder slightly, trying to get him to stop, but, the younger boy's laughter was infectious. Allan began to chuckle as well, Oh Will, what was Allan going to do with him? After they had finished their little giggle fit, Will sat down on a nearby log and glanced at Allan, "Djaq wouldn't go to Scarborough with me. She would probably stay with Robin, or go back to the Holy Land. I mean, she talks about it often enough. That's where she really belongs anyways. I mean, she is Saracen." He shrugged, and then he thought about what his friend had just said. It was very true, he had a good point. Nothing would be the same after Gisborne was gone. After the Sherrif was gone. Robin would regain his rightful title, he would marry Marian. And what would he be? A Carpenter. He could stay in Locksley, but, what would be the point? Looking up at Allan, he was surprised how much he had swayed his ideas. While Will was debating out the pros and cons of staying and leaving, an idea popped into Allan's head. A Brilliant idea, marvelous, perfect. "Will, why don't you come with me then?"
Will looked up, meeting Allan's cool blue gaze and smiled. Yes, it was a good idea. "We should go to Scarborough. You and me."
"Scarborough?" Allan wasn't sure if he liked the sound of that, but, as he glanced about at the forest surrounding him, what other choice did he have? He liked the idea of staying with Will – he liked it a lot. He couldn't believe what he was about to say. Letting his attentions fall on the boy once more, Allan smiled, "Alright then, Scarborough it is."
Walking back to camp, Allan hoped to anyone who would listen that no one was there. That's all he needed, Djaq or Robin trying to convince the two boys to stay. Because, heaven knew that Will would tell them the truth. Not good. The camp was empty when they arrived, not a soul. Just a squirrel, a very unhappy squirrel. As Will went about collecting his things, Allan decided to pester the poor creature. He clicked at it, and watched it in the tree, the thing kept flicking it's tail making these annoying little sounds. Allan really hated squirrels, pesky little creatures. Turning his back on it, he called to Will, "Oi, hurry up! I wanna get a ways down the road before night fall." When he looked back over his shoulder to see where the creature had gotten to, it was at the base of the tree, rifling through the leaves. Smiling slightly to his self, he turned as slowly as he could, and then sprinted towards it. He probably gave the damn thing a heart attack just based on the way it ran. He chased it straight up another tree, where it perched itself on a branch and yelled at him. Allan couldn't stop laughing. It was funny as the hell the way it just freaked out and ran, oh, how glad Allan was that he was a smarter creature. Satisfied like a dog that had just chased birds out of 'his' yard, Allan started to strut back to where Will was when – THUNK.
"Ow! Damn…." Holding the back of his head, he turned to see several squirrels had gathered in the tree above him. Halfway convinced they were out to get him, Allan hurried up and got out of there. No one was ever to know about his run in with the squirrels, unless of course he was drunk enough, "Aren't you done yet?"
Will just gave him a look, "I was waiting for you."
Staring at him a moment, Allan could feel his cheeks go slightly pink, "Oh. Well, then, let's go." As he turned, he stumbled across Robin's things – literally. Falling on his face, he knew there was no way to regain his dignity after that. Will almost fell over himself with laughter, that had been the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. Picking up his head, Allan made a discovery that could prove quite helpful indeed, "Gisborne's money…."
That's right, the money that had been stolen the night before, and there it sat, all nice and glistening in the sun. Sitting up a bit, taking the bag in his hands, Allan smiled, "Let's take it Will. Think of what good it'll do us and your family."
Will was not so keen on the idea, "But, it was meant to help the poor."
"You idiot, we are the poor!" Standing up, Allan brushed himself off with one hand, and held his loot in the other. Once he had removed all signs of him ever having fallen, he set about tying the bag to his waist. Will really didn't like the idea, but, at the same time, he couldn't deny the fact that he and Allan were the poor. And so, he remained silent. Once Allan had finished his task, the two were off.
If only they knew the adventure they had in store for them.
The rain had stopped for a bit of time, just long enough for the boys to stop and eat, but then, it started again, just a light drizzle, like that morning. They had gotten fairly far up the North Road when it was almost pitch black. This was when it started to pour. Will did not look happy, and Allan was not happy. "Damn rain, damn nature."
Both were soaked through to the skin, their cloaks hadn't been put on in time, which was really a shame. For, now, they were both freezing. Stopping under a small under hang of vegetation above them, Will simply glared at Allan, and Allan looked about for something that would prove a better shelter than this. It would have been perfect except for the fact that when the plant above couldn't hold anymore water, it gave and dumped what it was holding on the two boys heads. Will blamed Allan, Allan blamed god. Scooting along the rock and dirt wall, Allan explored a bit. The forest was full of caves and other natural shelters, why wouldn't there be one close by? "Stay right here, I'll be right ba – "
Allan never got to finish that sentence. He had been too focused on Will to notice that he was about to scoot off a steep drop down into pitch black, or near pitch black. Then there was silence. Will had moved over to where Allan had been in shock. He couldn't even see his friend, "Allan! Allan? ALLAN!?"
When there wasn't any answer, the younger boy started to panic. What had just happened? Not good, not good, not good, not good. Peeling his eyes away from the black hole that was where Allan currently resided, Will started to glance about the forest. To leave meant he would never find Allan again. And, if he did, it would be a long, long time from now. Damn. But, he realized he was worrying too much when he heard his dear sweet friends voice call out to him, "Will, come down here, it's a cave! Careful though, it's a bit of a rough landing if you go down like me."
Will couldn't believe his ears, Allan actually wanted him to follow him down into the black abyss of scary nothingness? Will never let on, but, secretly, he was afraid of the dark. It had to be pitch black, darker than dark, can't see anything dark. But, who didn't get scared in that? Apparently, Allan. His heart thumped in a his chest as he debated whether or not he should go. As another round of water poured on his head, it seemed it was decided for him. He would really rather not get sick. Easing himself down the slope, it took forever for him to get down to the bottom. When he finally had, he straightened himself up and looked around. He couldn't see a thing, let alone Allan, it was shadow upon shadow. Will swallowed hard and then called out shakily, "Allan….? Allan where are….?"
And that's when he did it, Allan popped out of no where with a 'Grrrawr!' and nearly scared the boy to death. Will was now trying not to hyperventilate as Allan doubled over laughing so hard. Once Will had regained the ability to speak, he yelled at Allan, "That's not funny! Not funny at all! I was really worried about you. I thought you had been hurt, and then what would I do? Huh?" Will pushed Allan over angrily. Sometimes Allan could just be so insensitive. Putting his things down, he sulked.
Falling against the side of the cave, Allan stopped laughing. Will really sounded upset. Furrowing his brows a bit, he straightened up and made his way up to Will. "You were – worried about me?"
In this light, the two could barely see each other, but, what they could see was enough. Will nodded, and Allan went to say something, then thought better of it. No, bad thinking on his part. The two stood there, staring at the other for a long time, there was a strange sort of tension in the air that neither of them had felt with the other before. It scared Will and intrigued Allan. This was why Will spoke up, "We should build a fire."
This time it was Allan's turn to shake his head, "Can't. The floor's too damp. We'll have to live with what we got. It's ain't that bad, we can see a bit. Plus, you're with me, who's gonna get ya? The boogie man?" Allan went to chuckle, but it was only half hearted as Will stepped a bit closer to him. The man's heart skipped a beat as he did so. How was it that Will could do things like that to him? How exactly? "Allan, I…."
Will was almost touching Allan, almost. Both were searching the other's face, or what they could see of it, for answers, some kind of reason as to why they were feeling as they were. The silence was deafening with only the rain. Allan wanted to know the rest of that sentence, and, he wanted to know it now. Shifting, so he was a little closer, he spoke in a whispered tone, for that was all he could manage, "Yes?"
But, Allan wasn't about to get a verbal answer. Will closed the gap between them slowly, placing one of his strong, talented hands on the side of Allan's face, he leaned in and placed the most innocent of chaste kisses on the older outlaw's lips. It only lasted a moment before he had pulled away, and had moved to the other side of the cave. Had Allan been able to really see him, he would have seen him blushing bright pink. Allan was speechless, to Will's relief. He didn't know what to think. Had his best mate really just kiss him? And, did he really just like it? Well, I guess you learn something new everyday. Coming out of his thoughts, Allan sought out Will, where had he gone to? He wanted to chuckle as he found him on the other side of the cave. How like Will, shy and timid to the very end. As Allan approached him, Will wanted to crawl under something and die. What had he done? "Allan, I – I'm sorry… it just kinda…"
"Shut up Will." Moving so that their bodies almost touched again, Allan placed his hand on the wall behind his friend, and leant in so that he could whisper in his ear, "I'm not bein' funny but – I think, I think I like you." Will melted as Allan kissed him back this time, bringing his arms up to wrap one around his neck, the other along his friend's strong back. Allan used his free hand to pull Will closer to him by his lower back. Both of them had given in, neither cared about anything else in that moment. Not at all. What else was there to care about? They were in a dark cave, in the middle of nowhere, with the one person they felt as though they couldn't live without. Why not just let go, give in, and live a little.